To be her lover

Would you stay

Saturday at noon, it was time to start my adventure. The first thing I did was to lay out all of the bondage items that I was going to use. This included a medium size ball-gag, black leather discipline hood with locking collar, black leather wrist cuffs, leather ankle cuffs that were connected by a twelve inch chain, a four inch wide leather waist strap, and a new pair of shiny black thigh-high patent leather boots with five inch spiked heels, and finally, elbow length black leather gloves. The waist strap had a small three inch chain attached to the back to which the wrist cuffs were locked. This would allow some freedom of movement, but not much.

There were seven keys in all that would be used in this adventure. One for the ankle cuffs, three for the wrist cuffs they were the same key, one for the waist strap, and two for the leather hood and collar.

Since I did not call Christine and tell her my plans, I thought it a good idea to use another safety. Saturday morning before I started my fun, I took one of the keys to my wrist cuffs and also the discipline hood and placed them on a shelf, waist high out in the garage. Since I was going to be hooded the whole time, I had to have someway of guiding myself out to the garage as I would sure hate to get lost in my own backyard in the middle of the night. I used a string to guide me to the right place. I took one end of a long string and tied it to the side door of the garage and took the other end and tied it to the doorknob of my back door, on my back porch. The string was long enough to lay along the walkway to the garage. This way, the string would not be visible to my next door neighbours.

All I would have to do was wait until dark and then walk off the porch and take hold of the string and follow the string to the garage to retrieve the keys to my wrist cuffs and leather hood. I had set a small alarm to go off a 10:00 p. m. which would signal that darkness had arrived and that I could make the trip to the garage if required.

Also that morning, I had brought a step ladder into my living room, which has a cathedral ceiling. I then took two alarm clocks, two for safety reasons and the keys, and climbed to the ceiling where I had previously installed two small hooks. I attached an alarm clock to each hook, wound the clocks and the alarms, and pulled the alarm switch out. I tested each alarm four times to ensure that the alarm mechanism worked and the alarm key turned as it unwound. I then set the time on each alarm clock for five minutes AFTER the time the alarm was set to go off. The alarms were now set to go off at 12:30 a. m. This gave me about twelve hours of self-imposed bondage fun, lucky the cocaine I took kept me up for the long session.

Next I placed one of the keys to my wrist cuffs on one of the cardboard squares that were attached to alarm winding key. I then placed the other one along with the keys to my ankle cuffs, waist strap, and leather hood on the other square. I did this so that in case something happened to one alarm clock, the other one would be a backup. I could always cut the other restraints off if needed or make my way out to the garage, it would be much easier with my hands untied.

I made one last check of the alarm set switches and carefully climbed back down the ladder. I placed a towel under each alarm clock to mark where the keys would fall. Since I was hooded, it might be hard to tell where the keys fall and bounce to. At least this way, I have a starting place to look from.

I took the ladder out to the kitchen and placed the ladder just outside my back door. I then locked the ladder to the railing of my back porch with a small chain and combination lock. This evolution prevented me from even thinking about trying to get the ladder back into the living room after I had tied myself up. A combination lock was used because when you are hooded or blindfolded, you can not work the combination to open the lock. Without the ladder the clocks were too high to be reached, even if my hands were not tied. With my hands locked behind me, and my ankles hobbled, the feat would be impossible.